Ilohshix - Samadhi Thoughts lyrics

[Verse - Ilohshix] Nod your head till it pops off your neck Its a torture track Rhymes gets stretched on a torture rack You won't see your bosses back After getting tossed and smacked Its permanent when your frame and the floors intact The raw syntax of these raps be causing that You won't grasp the point even with more indexes Form infectious viruses that'll burst your iris of osiris is Cyrus like hannah and montana Your bars of glamour Disobeyed too many rules grammar Hard hits like the hammer, cracked your camp up Till they quit this These weak kids be babbling sh** with they're thick lips Tongues are twisted just like the spirals Forget survival, the arrivals of your rivals is viral A few rhymes recycled for the nature Half man half cyborg, rock like the terminator With bjork, eccentric tunes on the background When you hear my name you duck, protect your neck now Before you black out, yeah the darkness orbits And we war kids be morbid Talk with a slang, walk with the clan My rhymes ahead of time and advance Like japan technologies, eulogies for the fallen We busy k**er bees smoke trees for the pollen Swollen and hard rock, got my dick s**ed by medusa Designed kaleidoscopic rhyme patterns to confuse ya With psilocybin effects that been infected with fluid extracts Enzymes produced and given out by lysergic acid Your logic seeks the exit But the system of your frame interior rejects it Causes bad trips, defective Face of blues, no clues, the detective sherlock In the scene Leaving you green like murdoc I breeze to the tracks emcees you never heard off I blast my words off To space, so the whole universe could hear it Perform an autopsy on your verse before its buried To examine The bio pattern inscribed in old latin and roman Appear as a divine being suited in satin and chrome Cracking the bone, trapped in the dome I warned you to leave the fat kid alone Now you done f**ed up and be crying sh** Every night wishing you'd die and sh** By getting high, you'll never touch the sky like flying fish Young and mad, fine intellect like dexter I sat down and laugh on my throne like a master, the sensei Tongue tied the words that your sense says Uglify your form till they couldn't trace the template The iloh, heavy rhymes scaled by kilo Million rhymes rest in my throat ready to reload And we evoke [Scratches - The IZA]